I don't vacation
in Babylon anymore.
The ticket prices soared
and the trip
almost killed me.
Years of
debauchery weren't
good for the soul.
The only gold I
want now is the
autumn leaves and
the buttery summer corn,
and the shimmer on the
lake at sunset.
I'm getting older and
my heart is stronger.
It beats like a
childs, seeing
green for the first
time.
Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 5:23 PM UTC
I don't vacation
in Babylon anymore.
The ticket prices soared
and the trip
almost killed me.
Years of
debauchery weren't
good for the soul.
The only gold I
want now is the
autumn leaves and
the buttery summer corn,
and the shimmer on the
lake at sunset.
I'm getting older and
my heart is stronger.
It beats like a
childs, seeing
green for the first
time.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cONQtjbeEo8
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